Any wrist cuffs that quadruple up as ankle cuffs, a partial face hood, and (potentially) a kinky corset/bra are well. worth. the bucks. Just sayin'.
Tonight was the first night that I made much sound masturbating alone. When I'm doing it in front of someone, I'll play up or let the sounds escape more. Alone, I'm usually not in a soundproof safe haven... plus, I am content with staying silent, save the occasionally loud breath or once-per-session moan. Tonight was different. Tonight, I put myself in a promptly-constructed hood. My thick leather cuffs are fluffy on one side, and leather on the other. They have D-rings and straps and buckles, but also two complementary leather straps w/ buckles and holes that are long and thin. They allow for greater distances between the two cuffs, while still having them bound to each other. This great construction also allows for lots of fun improvisation. One of the big leather cuffs, today, was folded over my mouth, buckled to the other cuff which wrapped around the back of my head and over to the other side, creating a leather belt pressing over my mouth and up at my nose. One of the long thin straps was doubled over and connected to the front and back of this belt, holding it up (one D-ring near my mouth, the other near the back of my head), running over the top of my head and over my nose. It was kind of like an upside-down "T" from both the front and the back. And boy, did I have fun with it. The smell of leather warming up at my breath, combining with my sweat and arousal was enough to send my kegels pulsing, already. My hands became more confident and insistent, without a doubt doing whatever they wanted to my body. I love that rush of control, whether it is over myself or someone else. That rush of determination; of cruel, beautiful, arousing DOING. It is a fetish of mine, I think: the pressure on my skin, especially my face; the obstruction of normal breathing. After I'd come and kept going, I moved my hand to hold my neck; my body contracted again. Unfolding the leather strap over my mouth revealed the furry underside that was previously folded onto itself. It sat there, over my mouth. I breathed through my mouth, holding it pretty open, feeling the texture on my lips; and the way the air ran differently through the soft faux-fur before escaping at the edges of the cuff. It's like I'm pressed face down against a carpet, my body being aroused and done things to...
The sounds were whimpers, coming out periodically and colliding with the leather and fur. It was the safety of that soundproofing pressure, and the leathered, controlling insistence of the pressure itself that birthed the whimper-moans. I love each one that escaped from me tonight. I love rendering myself helpless, safe, sleepy, and smiley... the smiley part comes from the realization that I love inducing the former three.
